Disclaimer: Torchwood belongs to BBC. Eerie, Indiana belongs to Fox. No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: I know I have a bunch of stories started already, but this story wouldn't leave me alone. I am such a big fan of Torchwood. So I had to write this. Stupid plot bunnies. I kill you.... with a canon. lol. Enjoy.

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Marshall Teller wondered around with his pack of paranormal findings in a strange city of Indiana. The reason to locate anybody who will listen to the truth of Eerie, Indiana. The truth ranged from the one of 50 haunted house that was actually haunted to a pencil that brought anything drawn with said utensil from fantasy to a reality. On top of that it was almost time for the full moon and he could show them his partial werewolf transformation.

"There's gotta be someone who will listen to me," Mars whispered to himself.

He raked his fingers through his hair. "I wish Simon was here." But he knew why Simon had stayed behind. It was Marshall's idea. Simon stayed behind to gather more evidence, but it was becoming more of a hassle than it was before. It was getting weirder by the day. Well, Eerie was always weird, but more so than usual.

He had heard that there was a place in Indianapolis that would listen to them, if they allowed you to have an audience, that is. He been hoping for the day for someone to believe since he found out his one idol in the parabelievable turned out to be a fraud. But from what he had heard of his intended target, which was very little, that man would. What he knew was that the man's name was Harkness and he was part of an organization called Torchwood. Torchwood was shrouded in mystery, but it was rumored to be involved with things similar to what happens in Eerie.

But sadly, Mars didn't know what this Harkness looked like nor did he know where to find. Another rumor was thatHarkness was here in Indianapolis which was another reason Mars was there. If the Torchwood man was there, he would hear about what Mars was up to and contact him.

But he had been at this for most of the day as he had most of the week and had yet to yield any results. Now it was time to go home and call his partner about another unproductive day. Looking around where he was at one more time, he noticed a handsome man with short dark brown almost black wearing an old fashioned navy uniform. He turned his head to walk back in the direction of his hotel, but turned it back around, but that man was gone. The paranormal investigator shook his hand. He couldn't really be going crazy even though everyone already thought it.

As he meandered back to his hotel room, he had the strange feeling of someone following him, but every time he checked, he saw no one. He would then shrug his shoulders and continue walking back to his temporary abode.

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"I just had this strange feeling that someone was following me," Mars relayed to his best friend.

"That's strange!" Simon exclaimed into the phone.

"Yeah, I thought so, too," Mars agreed. "And again no takers and no sign of this Harkness guy."

"Drats," Simon said. It was silent on Simon's end for a few moments. "Do you think maybe it's someone who wants to approach you, but is too scared to?"

"Possibly, but we'll never know until something happens," Mars said before he yawned. "Simon, I better get off. I'm tired and I have yet to eat. Call you tomorrow?" Mars yawned again.

"Sure. Talk to tomorrow," Simon said prior to hanging up the phone.

Mars sighed as he set the phone into the cradle and wondered what will a wait him tomorrow.